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- Clad in voluminous, sand-hued robes, he appeared almost a part of the desert itself. The rest of his brethren, similarly dressed, waited politely some yards away while their leader conducted his negotiations.
- "… easily spare the clothes you require, my new friends," he was saying to Jace. "But such things are not easy to make."
- "I understand," Jace told him. "How about four jugs of water, then?" He begrudged the mana it would take to summon so much water to this parched environment, but they needed the desert garb-and, more important, the directions Zarifim could offer.
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- Agents of Artifice, Chapter 27
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